Hot Lips/ music by Henry Lange and Lou Davis; words by Henry Busse

Lyrics:First verseThere's a boy that's in our band And how he blows that horn, Finest since you're born, When he starts you're gone, They call call him ""Hot Lips"" for He blows real red hot notes, And ev'rybody on the floor just floats: (that's what they say:)ChorusHe's got hot lips When he plays Jazz, He draws out steps, Like no one has, You're on your toes, And shake your shoes, Boy, how he goes When he plays Blues. I watch the crowd Until he's through, He can be proud They're ""cuckoo,"" too; His music's rare You must declare, The boy is there With two hot lips. He's got hot lips When he plays Jazz, He draws out steps, Like no one has, You're on your toes, And shake your shoes, Boy, how he goes When he plays Blues. I watch the crowd Until he's through, He can be proud They're ""cuckoo,"" too; His music's rare You must declare, The boy is there With two hot lips.Second verseHeard him play the other night And old man Oscar Clive Who is eighty-five Sure as you’re alive, Got so frisky when he started out to do his stuff, Was told to sit right down for being rough: (and then he said:)
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